Who am I really?

I feel respected if I am seen for who I am. But who am I really? Am I what others see in my everyday life? That is just one aspect of myself. It is my facade. If I am sincere and transparent, a lot of me is visable, but it is not the whole lot.

So then, who am I? Am I my hidden world within, with my dreams, my most vulnerable side, which I rarely or never show to others, the dreams I hold close and do not confess?

I am that for which I would like to be appreciated and remembered---I am the best of what there is in me, the unique, the loving, the strong. Maybe these traits emerge rarely. Maybe they have never emerged but still could manifest. Sure, I am the reality of my everyday life and feelings---anger, desire, faith, pain. But I am also, perhaps above all, that which I could be and which I have not yet been, or have been only in my best moments.

If the true self is not seen, we are hurt, and this wound will accompany us...Knowingly or unknowingly, we will try to become what others want us to be....and in the end our deep wound will be a remote, opaque reminder that we have lost who we are. Thus, we survive, but we will not live.

To look within is a subjective and creative act. It is subjective because it changes according to how we feel or think in that moment, and according to our past experiences and future hopes. And it is creative because instead of leaving people as they are...it touches and transforms them...

This entry is an amazing interpretation of my thoughts and feelings..